NICOGRAVITY:
Rocha, please stop this your advertisements of yourself.
You Haven't finished the hospitals you started in Imo state, Teachers are not paid for over 18 months now.
This is wash, eye service and deceit to the highest levels.
Imo indigenes are suffering, no good roads, no water, no electricity, no functional hospital.
Imo people are daily dying in thousands due to no medical care, yet you are growing big belly that will soon burst.
Charity begins at home.

cityhood:
I have a good one nigerian used

Opinedecandid:
Why, why, why?

jumper524:
the kind big big money when our media they call makes me wonder why we havent go bankrupt

Nuhusky:
Eyya sorry is part of experience! U no spend much self Nigerians always like short cut even if thre is no room for short cut Zaria to ABJ no far na

crispberry:
Lol. I am an APC member but this doesn't mean change na naija people sha

ionsman:
I'm deviating from the norm.....
#Youknowyourmumisnigerian when she sells her wrappers just to make sure you complete your education. ...

Shout out to all Nigerian mums. You rock.

R.I.P mum....

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Using Chinese made phones and typing on Indian made laptop is insanity while hating on imports. Effect of ban is that prices of goods have gone up and inflation is out of whack. I'n practical English, u are poorer than a yr ago cod ur N1000 is now worth N800 today!!

Brytawon:
I was walking around when i saw a cashier hand
this little boy his money back, the boy couldn't
have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have
enough money to buy this doll.'' The little boy
turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny,
are you sure I don't have enough money?'' She
replied, ''You know that you don't have enough
money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked
him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she
went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his
hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked
him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the
doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa
Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that
maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all,
and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus
can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to
give the doll to my mommy so that she can give
it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes
were so sad while saying this, 'My Sister has
gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is
going to see God very soon too, so I thought that
she could take the doll with her to give it to my
sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy
looked up at me and said, 'I told daddy to tell
mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I
come back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of
himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I
want mommy to take my picture with her so she
won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish
she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that
she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he
looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very
quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the
boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you
do have enough money for the doll!'' OK' he said,
'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my
money to his without him seeing and we started
to count it. There was enough for the doll and
even some spare money.
The little boy said, 'Thank you God for giving me
enough money!' Then he looked at me and
added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep
for God to make sure I had enough money to buy
this doll, so that mommy could give it to my
sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have
enough money to buy a white rose for my
mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too
much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll
and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white
roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I
left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a
totally different state of mind from when I
started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my
mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper
article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk
man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a
young woman and a little girl. The little girl died
right away and the mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to pull
the plug on the life-sustaining machine because
the young woman would not be able to recover
from the coma. Was this the family of the little
boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy I
read in the newspaper that the young woman
had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I
bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the
funeral home where the body of the young
woman was for people to see and make last
wishes before her burial. She was there, in her
coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand
with the photo of the little boy and the doll
placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life
had been changed forever. The love that the
little boy had for his mother and his sister is still,
to this day, hard to imagine, and in a fraction of
a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away
from him.

texazzpete:
Nice joke, OP.

Hey, Have you heard the one about the chicken and the nun ? It's equally hilarious.

sammyj:
Joke of the century !! hahaha